At a single challenge-"Who dares award me a medal?"-no one spoke!
The Five Elders' faces darkened, their bodies stiffening, while the Celestial Dragons behind the curtain looked horrified.
The Holy Knights standing guard nearby felt just as frustrated and resentful!
Especially their Supreme Commander, Saint Figarland Garling.
His white-gloved hand had practically closed around the hilt of the sword at his waist, ready to draw.
But just as he leaned forward, about to move...
"Garling, be quiet."
A calm female voice, tinged with a hint of languor, sounded beside him.
With his fury blazing, Saint Garling instinctively turned to scold whichever fool had dared stop him.
But when he saw who had spoken, the rebuke already on his lips lodged firmly in his throat.
The woman standing to his left wore a newsboy cap fitted with goggles, its brim pulled low enough to obscure part of her face.
A loose cloak enveloped her figure. Beneath it, she wore a double-breasted top with unusually long sleeves that nearly reached the ground.
On her lower half... she wore only a pair of panties, exposing her long legs.
She wore tall boots decorated with cylindrical structures, and white bandages could be glimpsed wrapped around her arms, legs, and other parts of her body.
Her outfit was distinctive, but at that moment, the Supreme Commander of the Holy Knights forcibly suppressed all his fury, leaving only deep wariness and... obedience.
He had no choice. This woman was "Imu's personal attendant."
Lady Gunko of the Manmayer Family, formerly one of God's blades!
"Hmph!" Saint Garling could only restrain his impulse with a cold snort and release his sword hilt, though his venomous gaze remained fixed on Gern onstage.
After Gern's provocative challenge and the brief stir among the Holy Knights, the venue sank into deathly